Some mornings when ‘yesterday’s notes don’t fit’, when ‘what I wrote before I walked Gusta’ don’t work. When wiping my slate clean, euphorically seeing that blank page …
Ideas are like projects – exciting ones or just basic ‘seemed like a good idea ones’ generate their own energy to some degree. Pull me. Energize me. Until the air leaks out of those balloons. Several such limping balloons must bite the dust today. Swept aside, blank pages will reemerge.
What to write there? Paint there? Fill the space then?
Blank and empty are OK, but not for long. Having an empty head, empty page or empty in-basket is a freeing feeling – give the mind freedom to explore fresh space, rested, restored.
Fresh page day. Imagination may not run wild, but it is running …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 5C/40F (4 more days of this mild predicted before we slip back into ‘real winter’ – a perfect snowball day, Gusta enjoying breaking through the crunchy tops of slumping snowbanks), early light reminds me days are getting incrementally longer … and hopes of spring, well that’s a ways off yet – with lots of mucky paws to wipe.
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